"Amu, what you said is not without reason. However…"
Luo Yao smiled gracefully and walked to Qin Ming's corpse. She stretched out her fair hand and reached toward the sword wound on Qin Ming's chest, motioning as if grasping something from midair.
Sss!
A faint trace of scorching heat was drawn out from the sword wound.
Examining the scorching heat, Luo Yao said:
"These sword wounds on the bodies, there's a thin indentation in the middle. I recall the Flame Trace Sword has just such an indentation in the middle. This scorching aura confirms it—it comes from the Flame Crystal Ore."
"Furthermore, look at their expressions. Fear mixed with disbelief. Clearly, they encountered something utterly beyond their comprehension. If a powerful expert had descended upon them, they surely would have fled in panic, not shown faces like this."
Amu pouted, murmuring under her breath:
